I'll keep living with this little hope inside me.. even knowing how far it is from the reality.. but this is what gives me the reason to keep going on. I will wait. Even if not together, I would like to say hi to you.I would like to spend some moment together and then I don't know.. I don't know
It's a nice thought. But some goodbyes are forever and that's ok because you can look back and thank the memories for making you the person you are now.
I was thinking about that, my gf of 8 years left me. Even though 6 months passed i am in a pain every single day, despite the pain i would never give up the moments i had. At the end of the day we lose everything, it's good to have it for some period.
Sorry, but i want to ask something. It's not about your words, but this is question about your grammar. Why do you stand "did" before "read"? I just learn english, but when i was searching about that, I don't find anything. So, can you say about this, please? Sorry again for my request and thank you :)
@@Janky-es9li Saying “I read it all over again” is grammatically incorrect. Using “I’d” is basically put I would. So saying, “I’d read it all over again” is the same as saying “I would read it all over again.” Using words like who’d, you’re, they’re (just a few examples) are just two words put together. [You’re= you are, they’re= they are, who’d=who would] I hope this helps a bit! I’m not exactly the best at explaining things but wanted to help.
I look back at him with a mournful smile. He smiles too, but at someone else he loves. It's the same smile he gave me after talking over coffee. He sings her the same melodious laugh he sang to me after I told him about a silly childhood memory of mine. And his eyes... they sparkle with the same gleam he gave me when he first told me he loved me. Now it's her that he loves... Was it ever me he really loved?
Malgré la beauté déchirante de ton histoire, rappelle toi que… l’amour est simplement un sentiment. Et visiblement, chez cette personne, ce sentiment a fini par se dissoudre à ton égard.
It's quiet here, Wasn't it quite the journey my dear? I see the wind caress your face, You look to me and smile with such grace, Honestly i truly fear the day i lose those eyes, I fear the day they no longer look into mine, And my oh my that heart, With your kindness and love you had me from the start, Those bright days and warm nights, Without you they don't have the same light, I sleep at your grave every night, Our memories my sweet old lullaby.
I beg all of us to appreciate the ones we love for as long as we can, no one can live completely peaceful with so many regrets, so many "what if"s. Take time for the ones you love, be it humans, animals, anything else. I never knew such a small pet could mean such a huge world to me until i lost him. The pain I'm feeling from regrets, shame and sadness, I truly hope no ones has to feel this, it hurts so much
I wish someone cherished my existence the way I have cherished others. To celebrate their mere birth, to congrats them for a small achievement, to treat them with kindness and patience. But at last, it is only a wish
This song takes me back to all those childhood memories...those memories where it seemed like everything was easy...where I was still with the people I loved... 0:10
listening to this i look back to the beginning of our story.. how unexpected was our first talk together.. i had no idea that i will love him so much. i thought it would be just another sad ending story, which people usually call “experience”. but now i understand. it’s love. just love itself. i’m drowning in his brown eyes and in his bunny smile.. i feel so comfortable and happy with him. i hope you, who read this, can be happy too! if you are sad now, it’s just bad days, not bad life. ♥️
Отзывы на эту картину, как роман "Сила притяжения после расставания", в виде зарисовок - рассказы о пережитом. Впечатляют. Понравилось ощущение:" Мне комфортно и радостно, я тону в его заячьей улыбке и в его глазах. Такой оборот речи встречаю впервые. Оригинально и от души.
I see him at the local grocery store I work at. Him, his girl, and their two kids. When our eyes lock, I can see a lifetime where we’re together. But for the time being, I go home to care for our daughter & try to forget ever seeing him, ever feeling anything for him.
im still waiting for him even though evryone says its hopeless if only they felt what i felt watch you have kids with me love me for what i am its only a dream that i rewind everytime im still waiting for you over and over again
I think perhaps some of the moments where I have felt most alive have been with you. Like when we skipped beneath the streetlights, its golden rays casting orange shadows on our skin, drunk on the presence of eachother. Or when we danced in the darkness of an empty field, damp grass beneath our feet and whisky tingling on our tongues. Or when you walk down the hall, clothes smart and crisp, fluffy hair shielding your eyes, and the sun shines on you - rightfully so - as if you're an angel, and I remember what it is to feel attraction. Or when I learnt what it meant to yearn for someone, such an icky word for an icky feeling. You've taught me the dagger-searing pain of heart break, but also the sea-salt smelling hope for the freedom of feelings. You've taught me so much, made me feel so much. And I thank you, because otherwise I would have never felt so alive and living, would have never found so much meaning.
I remember laying down on the soft, warm sheets of my bed while gazing my eyes towards the dark, quiet ceiling of my bedroom, pondering about how much I desperately missed my best friend I had befriended since early childhood. His name was Anis, a young boy I could picture having messy dark brown hair, soft, doe-like eyes, and the sweetest smile that revealed his childish jagged tooth on each side of his front teeth that reminded me of an outgoing puppy happily barring his canine teeth with pure joy. I was unlike his optimistic, joyful values as I was a rather passive, quiet, and pessimistic child who was extremely cautious in life, unlike my best friend. He was the satisfaction of my life, the only close friend who I could considered to be genuine as his mind was open like a neverending blue sky and as tender-hearted as the warm, afternoon sun that emits rays of tranquility and comfort within me. He was my light, my ray of hope. My only platonic love that I regarded highly than the title of God himself much to my own selfish intentions. It didn't matter if he was considered to be an ordinary, naive boy, to me he was the best company I could forever cherish in my life. But perhaps those wonderful times with him did not last as he embraced me with his warm, nurturing arms, comforting me with his sad, puppy-like eyes that displayed his innocent face while I soberly tried to cry out in pain under the depths of my deep depression that manifested since my early adolescence. It was the single bed in my small, dark bedroom where he comforted me, radiating his bright empathy before I opened my wet, swollen eyes where my friend Anis, had suddenly disappeared from existence. In fact, the suppose best friend who accompanied and comforted me despite my flawed, vulnerable self was nothing more than a complex manifestation of my imagination that I had created to cope with every negative turmoil I harboured deep within me. So here I was, pondering through my dark, lonely bedroom as my consciousness remained awake, not being able to bring back Anis who could no longer be manifested from childhood innocence and experiences alone. It was a thought I had long abandoned since I had aged, yet it was a memorable memory I could not forget within my solemn, disburdened mind. It was his imaginary, warm embrace that I could reminisce of, a solace embrace that was warmer than the sunlight of summer itself. A warm embrace I could never forget, from a young boy named Anis.
I don't need him. I don't need anybody to find my own happiness. But I want him...God I want him. Only he could break my heart and make me feel so beautiful while he does it. If you see this, I love you. ❤ If not this life, then the next. If not that one, then the one after. I know the shape of your soul now. I will find you again someday.
She said "Are you okay?" while kissing him on the cheecks and kindly wrapped him in her arms. Those were not words he needed at that moment, not this version of him. But it echoed deeply to the steep of his heart, some broken and burnout part of his past was yearnings for those compassionate words after years of fighting alone. His body voluntarily held her tightly as his wounds began to heal. That memory settled in his soul, and it shines brightly like a star that guides him in the darkest nights to this day, and it always will. Thank you, little one 🌻
Now that you are the air that I breathe, the breeze that I feel on my skin. You are with me. There's no separation. Just you and me, in different spaces.
I loved her so much still do but couldn't really express my feeling for her when I am ugly. Every time i try to forget her, she appears in my dream and process of getting depressed and trying to forget repeats.
Он был прекрасен, я помню его мягкий свитер, кудрявые каштановые волосы и такую яркую улыбку... Какое же я чудовище, что не ценило это чудо. Теперь, когда он далеко, я могу только вспоминать время, проведённое с ним.........:,-)
I really will miss him, his voice, his laugh, his smile, his hands, his eyes and weak hugs. Love draw him. I will never forgive you, my dear school love.
And as i finally manage to look into your eyes and catch a glimpse of your soul...I realize all you wanted to do was take my pain away the same as i was trying to do with yours. So i run and embrace you with the hope it wont be the last time and that our story will not end here.
I love people. There are so many loving people just coming to long the other ones. I like the way how we are probably the most selfish creatures to ever exist but all our lives are about eachother all the time, i like the way how everyone describes their loved ones. I am so happy to be in a world where people choose to love eachother still aware that they will part someday.
His soulful embrace, the feel of his fingertips still lingering on my bare back, his intoxicating smell, his unsaid words still being whispered into my ear by a ghost, his gentle, sweet touch. All of this, just to realise, it was all a dream, he never existed.
It all started with hate. At least for me, I couldn't stand his sight. But then, when I asked him a question, no one could answer, he magically did. From then on, he showed me kindness. I got closer and closer to him, loving the idea that I had a crush on him; it gave me adrenaline. But then when we finally got closer, I started to question myself if it was love... only to find that I cannot love. He was kind, sarcastic, silly sometimes. That spark he lit in my heart helped me create the most amazing poems I could. That flame he ignited in my sould kept me alive, his cute laugh, the way he rolled his eyes, the way our hands brushed. He never knew I had feelings for him, and I don't think he ever will. Now that he's going abroad, the though of us having last conversations; not small talks, but ones about physics, nature and religion, these thoughts haunt me. After all I'm only 14 and he might be 34 or 36... Why would he wait for me? I'm not special, oh but how special he made me feel.
This playlist makes me remember a lot, people I've met, moments and more, I don't know, it's like a summary of people or moments, this playlist, they are not sad memories, they are just moments that I remember, of people that I see that I saw once and that at some point I will never see again, it is rather melancholic, the image helps a lot to think about things I hope that all those people who found me on their way are well, even if I hate them or love them, I just hope they find what they were looking for. and be happy just like you who read this ❤ ❤ ❤
You feel like you lost him again but all those memories you made together talking every day all those secrets hold in your heart secrets to never be told and memories to always remember him
Картину можно считать завершенной, так как она вызывает массу эмоций у зрителя. Хотя автор ,как говорит пользователь, неизвестен, но художник очень талантлив. Пара на картине счастливая, они скучали, любя друг друга, но встретились. И мы мысленно желаем им счастья и не расставаться недолго.
He smiled, throwing back his chair and grabbing her in a firm embrace. Vin closed her eyes, simply feeling the warmth of being held. And realized that was all she had ever really wanted.
Meanwhile i was taking a three hour long dump on the toilet, it became willie wonka’s factory in this b*tch. Anyways when I *eventually* finished I came back and then I realized as I closed the door to the funny room “wow… it smells really bad in there.. my bad. DO NOT ENTER AT ANY COST.”
I am here between strangers, And when I close my eyes, you're the only thing I see, But when I open them, I see you holding her hand. Why do you lose yourself in my smile? Friends don't look at you like that.
This is making me realize how little i mean to those in my life, im not but a friend, somebody to talk to when bored, at best maybe one of them consider me a good friend, possibly close, never the best friend tho, never the crush, or love interest, never have i been the one whom someone pondered letting into their life to a deeper level, a personal level, a possibly even physical level, untouched, never remembered, never thought of, unless forced to by my own presence fogging their inbox or coughing up sounds that resemble words into their ears Not once have i been sent a funny meme followed by a text that reads "reminded me of you" or a wholesome video paired with the ever so calming two letters "us" I am nothing but a fond whisper that sits beside those i choose, that comes and goes leaving those with an indifference to my presence or emotions, ive had those of close relation feign a care for whats inside, but after prying open my cracked dust caked shell have left after a few words of overall general concern towards my situation Everyone i know would be gone if i dont continue to pursue a connection, if i dont intiate the first text of a short conversation that leaves as quickly as i start to miss the little blue light on my phone that signals me to a newly sent text, i wish i was real to them, a long for someone to see me as a real person comprised of flesh, and blood, muscle and bone, guts and fluids, but for now i must sit as a handful of pathetic letters on a dimly lit screen, a sad whispering voice into a mic across miles, and i must endure this for the foreseeable future for the smallest glimpse of feeling the surreal nature of their touch, another living beings flesh running across mine, maybe it'll be a simple high five or playful punch on the shoulder, maybe it'll just be more scornful words of disappointment that im far too use to, maybe it'll be a kiss, or warm embrace, i shall never know for i am not real, they will all be gone, my death is soon, goodbye
The secret is being a people pleaser, finding out what someone likes and needs and giving it to them, adapting to their sense of humor (people love you if you make them laugh, you'll be like a moment of happiness in a life that is filled with trouble and sadness), listening to them, not overwhelming them, not looking like you're desperate, just act like the most chill, funny, kind, caring, thoughtful, but in cool way person you could think of, people will love you so much, but it is exhausting, and you'll start wondering if it's worth it to devoid yourself of energy, a personality and to live pretending at all times only for others to love a person that isn't truly you, feeling never seen, never known, like a spectator in your own life; but here's another secret: once people start loving you too much you can start showing the parts of yourself that aren't too likeable, but they'll cling onto those memories of your fake persona that acted like someone straight out of a dream or a fantasy, and they won't let you go in hopes that you'll start acting like you did before again, because it's not often that you meet someone who appears to be so perfect, and the feeling of being understood, listened to and cared for can become addictive to those who have never come across a people pleaser. You might feel lonely either way, but being a people pleaser will undoubtedly open a door to receiving so much love and affection that it might even feel like it's worth it to torture yourself from time to time. At least that is what worked for me, people love feeling understood, but most people also love to feel loved without having to put as much effort into the relationship as the other person, that's to say, people love talking about themselves and their problems, but not so much listening to others, people love sharing their interest but don't care as much about others', people love getting attention, but pay more attention to themselves than to anyone else. Life is all about giving and not much receiving, and love is simply choosing how much you're willing to sacrifice to get the affection you crave so badly, but don't lose hope yet, someone will come who will love you unconditionally, someone that you won't hace to pretend with, someone who will make you feel seen, someone who will actually love you for who you are and not for what you do for them. People always come and go, they arrive into our lives, stay for a bit and eventually leave, so you'll have the chance to love and be loved by many, even if you don't try as hard as I do, but knowing how to balance being nice and being overwhelming really helps. Don't give up, start slowly, try being funny and listening attentively, remembering small details of what others tell you and showing interest in what they like, it works wonders. From your comment I assume you're still young, don't give up on life just yet, things can get better, also, I apologize if my comment isn't very clear and for any typos you might find, I'm still learning English. Good luck, I hope things get better soon and you can finally feel the warmth of physical affection, as it is, my favorite way of showing love.
@@gelimoco y'know something, i actually did that for awhile it worked, but i fell apart, im still trying to be that forever cool friend i wish i had for others but my exterior is wearing thin, its eating away at me like a disease, ive already cracked twice and showed signs of imperfection, once wasn't so bad, the second was, happened tonight actually, idk i think i recovered it as a simply miss communication but how am i supposed to know, they have better friends, now, despite what they say, their actions clearly show that im no good to them anylonger, its been weeks maybe months since they've last spoke to me, only swift text, and yet those are so few and far between as i found this comment i was actually in the processes of rehearsing my final message to them before i depart from everyone, i just need a bit of money to afford a more painless method but once i get that idk whats gonna stop me from ending things once and for all, i just hope i can be a good memory to the few that i did keep up the mask around, i cant keep living like this i dont have a job yet, so i'll keep trying for you, i was able to trick myself into actually becoming that version of myself i want people to see me as once, so maybe i can do it again and feel ok for just long enough, i gotta tell you dude, i dont have faith in myself, i know how this shits gone in the past and it never worked, all i can do is try in the mean time, i just...dont think i have it in me, i use to have so much fight for survival, a better life, but lifes truly broken me mate, i cant fucking do this for another what? 50 years? its just not happening, im genuinely saying this with tears in my eyes, and im not the type who crys, but i feel like i failed myself and all that fighting just brought me round about to the exact same fucking conclusion ive avoided time and time again
@@gelimoco sorry, i forgot to reply to what you said, but yea, nobody wants my love, or support, nobody wants to open up to me about shit, no matter how cool i am, my presence is fucking useless everyone wants or has someone to talk to, or one they desire love from, or support, and im not fucking once of them, im not important to them, my best fucking friends couldn't give less of a shit about me and my "love" like i said in my original comment, if i never texted them again, that would be that, we'd never talk again, cuz nobody WANTS to talk to me, they simply do, even when i do act cool and funny, and get them laughing, im not enough
@@fobo3361 I've been where you are, hell I'm still there. I became the people pleaser, still am... I'm there for everyone around me when they need me. I take the extra effort to start conversations, to keep them and relationships from going sour or evaporating. It's like I'm always grabbing and trying to cup overflowing water permanently through my fingers and forget about myself for those brief moments when bringing satisfaction to someone else. I feel like I'm a birds nest worn through too many seasons pieced together from refuse and random junk patched up from each person that passes by through my life. I can't say things will get better, they get more manageable for sure with a different mindset and going through the neverending filter to find those few meaningful friendship/relationships. When you find the few people that are worth all that extra effort you consistently put forward, make sure you hold onto them, even if the effort isn't reciprocated. Not trying to get all soppy and sadboy, but there are many of us in this world who just feel emotion too intensely and we always try to find meaning in things that sometimes just aren't that deep. Find the few small things in life that you enjoy even if it isn't people. Keep putting your best foot forward with what feels right and when you feel overloaded ( and you will ), reach out, even if it's some strangers on the internet like here. It'd be better to try to open yourself to your friends or people you put all your energy into, but I know how it is for people like us, its harder for us to open up to the people in our life. If you keep at it, like Geli said, you'll eventually find people where you don't have to lose parts of yourself just to feel normal. It's easier said than done, I know. I still don't open myself up to 99% of people I know, but I did find one or two along the way that make life worth it. Even if I can't open myself up to majority of people, bringing happiness to others or soaking in their negative emotions/problems brings me small sense of purpose almost like a Sin Eater.
I wanted to hug you, you were cold dying, you were matter lying on the ground between rocks like a river, I was like the wind, I was a deer free of your bullets, I have a lot of pity for you, but if I drew near to you you will be that fire that burns when you are too close and cools too far, Why did flowers grow in my veins? why a sweet thought of doubting that you need me and at the same time doing everything possible because you are close invaded me, There are words that tell themselves, although we do not know their meaning, Why I stopped to cry, you are that being who cut my wings taking away my freedom to give in to yours The wind pushed me in the most beautiful way, I threw myself at your feet... Now you are in mine
I sometimes wish I could feel sad about my situation like I used to, but I feel like I’ve been so tired of just crying every night about him just packing his stuff and leaving me. I feel like he ruined my life and I hate saying that because I still believe that despite everything he’s done to me he is still a good person deep down even though I haven’t seen it in a long time. I know people might say to just get over it, but it was four years we were together. I’d wake up next to him, fall asleep next to him. I wanted the rest of my life to be that way. I’m pregnant and alone now. I think we still hold on to some hope, but I’m starting to see the reality of the situation and I wonder if things will ever be as light and as happy and pure like how they used to be. I try to remember him through the good memories. Fishing, our long walks, going to the theater, restaurants, etc. I just replay those good memories of him over and over and it just breaks my heart. I wish me in the past cherished every single second driving around and holding his hand. I couldn’t ever hate him and I just want him to be happy because he looks so beautiful that way.
"How much you love me?" said her once. Now, I kind of get it as time passes: "All of my thoughts and feelings for you could always fill the whole sky."
Tomorrow marks 2 years of what could have been our sweet sweet friendship & in 2 days will mark 1 year of our break up, the day my heart dropped to my stomach forever. Our love was surreal, it was so beautiful & pure but never knew I was digging own grave. May God forgive you for your betrayal, & until then I hope I will see you again, in this world or hereafter. either way i hope to see you again. forever my baby boy. T.L.W.Jr. I miss you & I love you so much.
Where did you go? Who took your place? Why did you leave me alone? Alone, with a pile of memories tearing at my chest? Now, everyday, I always see a guy who looks like you. God, does he look like you. It's just like you. He has your smile. Your face. Your voice. But that's not your voice. Your voice was sweet. In the smallest words there was a hint of affection, a flicker of amusement. From the mouth of the boy who has replaced you now pour forth words that reveal his superficial being, thirsty for the approval of others, an atrocious avalanche of hypocrisy and vanity. Sometimes his voice sounds as sweet as even yours, but I can hear all the nastiness that actually lurks beneath it. And that's not your face. That noble face, which was once only yours, is now mocked by this fake, hard and cruel mask, which has taken its exact likeness for fun - and only hides emptiness. You know, sometimes this obnoxious boy even spoke to me. He pretended to be you. And I, like in a dream, deluded myself that it could really be you. You know, he's a very good actor, and the greatest mime. For a moment I thought I had my best friend back. To be able to hug you, you know, to tell you how much I've missed you in these times. To tell you everything that's happened to me since you've been gone. For just one moment. And then this disguise of his creaked, his wax mask melted, just barely, but enough to show me his true face: the face of an imposter. The face of a stranger. I don't know where you are; but I know you'll never come back. It's time to let go. It won't be easy. God only knows how much I miss you. Farewell, my sir, farewell
Thank you so much...for expressing my feelings, your words where my life since the last day I saw him ... and now I can never talk to him again like that ...i can only remember...those memories...thank you
i wish i could feel that warmth and sense of belonging again, the one i experienced in those dreams with him. but now he seems so far away, i see him but i cant touch him, i can only see whats being shown but what if i wanna see more than what they wanna let me know. ik it might hurt me but waiting for him now seems to slowly drain the blood from my veins, my heart dying with every beat, my air shortening with every breath, my body slowly turning cold due to the lack of that warmth. i have hurt people, im scared what if that leads to increasing my pain for i long for him now more now than ever.
Its weird missing her. Ik shes not the same, but I cant listen anything slightly nostalgic without thinking how alive i felt and how good was what we have. I miss her, to the point that if we were a book id read us everyday just so i can feel warnt up with the moment that we dance slowly in a tree or me running windly in the streets just to make an excuse to hold your hand. All your touches marked my skin forever, if i know that im a lovable person its because you showed me. Im so thankfull for your existence. After all, i loved and respect you I got angry I got sad But there wasnt a moment that I felt the oposite of it. She deserves the world that im sure i was (and am) never capable of giving:] love her!
Puede que no haya sentido nada. O puede que la parte superficial de mí, nunca haya sentido nada. Pero como una cicatriz que no se borra, un objeto extraño incrustado en el corazón, siempre regresa a mí el recuerdo que me lleva a ese momento, a esa piel, a esos huesos, y a esos ojos y esa boca que me hicieron vivir todo, y todo me hicieron cuestionarlo. ¿Fue normal amar de esa manera? A veces se siente como si quien era yo hubiera tenido su descenso fatal el día que esa voz con esas distintivas palabras dejaron de hacer eco en mis oidos. ¿Debí haberte seguido aquella vez, agarrado tu mano, destruirme y reconstruirme las veces que fuera necesario para que ese sentimiento de comodidad hecho calidez nunca hubiera abandonado mi lado? ¿Para que la ilusión de sonrisas y abrazos y un hogar de semblante desdibujado hubiera seguido presente, vivo, por lo menos en los espíritus jóvenes y enamorados que presenciaban en la majestuosa puesta de sol de un ancantilado un porvenir atestado de posibilidades? ¿Debí haberlo intentado más? O, será, acaso, ¿Que alguien como yo no podía -o debía- haber amado a alguien como tú? Es gracioso, pienso para mí hoy, en este espacio donde no dejo que el tiempo fluya y por mis dedos se deslice, porque a diferencia de lo que tú te rehusabas a pensar y a diferencia de lo que yo dudaba en creer, todo apunta a que para retorcido gozo del universo, yo sí te amé más.
И всё - таки картина на меня сегодня действует сильнее, чем музыка Музыка сегодня лишь сопровождение, не дающия сильных эмоций. Читая комментарии вижу, как всколыхнулись аналитические чувства людей относительно своего внутреннего"Я".Кто- то вернулся к пережитому прошлому
we had a great night together watching the city lights until morning alongside the stars. there was no one but us we talked until morning at the top of a mountain, he dropped me off at 5 am and after we hugged i walked to my car but had to look back, he was smiling he waved at me and told me not to look back. at that time i didn't put much thought to it but after that day we decided not to start a relationship he didn't even wanted to get to know me more and told me he wanted to forget us as soon as he can. he is going to another country to study and wont be back. he said it would be hard for us to start a long distance relationship and i understand. i am 20 and after 4-5 failed relationships i stopped looking for a relationship and focused on my career for the past 5 years. but he felt different. i think i felt more than just liking someone and i still am feeling even though its been 2 weeks. it is unusual for me to feel this much emotions to someone and it is very bitter. i don't blame you, i am not angry at you. i am just disappointed that you didn't even wanted to try because i know that night i wasn't the only one with feelings. well regardless i know our memories won't be out of your mind even though you act like you have forgotten me, i know i still linger in your mind and your heart.
i do love her. i am nothing without her. i feel alive i feel my blood flooding when i just saw her. i need her in my life. i need her and her love in my life forever. i am in love with her
Every night I listen to it so I can always fall asleep. But your video brought me to tears because it touched me deeply with the people I felt loved and left behind.
It was hard to me to imagine my future with him by my side when we were toguether, now he's gone and tryna forguet him is even harder. I hope that in other reality we go back toguether or we didn't broke up at all.
It's so strange how "us" turns into memories that we both still hold inside our hearts, but now just separately. I wonder, what kind of thoughts you have of me nowadays. I hope you will find peace, and can someday think of us fondly. Or atleast that your scars will be healed and you find happines.
It is just déjà vu, my darling. The sadness you feel is not for the other person, but the remnant of much earlier sadness; an ancient trauma reawakened by an agent of loss. A restless ghost. Begging for peace. Don’t be distracted.
I just had a dream.. a really nice dream.. I wonder is it about the future or the past..? It makes me wanna cry. Will i have this chance to travel again and visit nice places like we did in the past with my dad.. will we have good days again.. will he be alright.. Yesterday I got a news that my dad heart condition is so sever and it’s so serious.. I tried to deny it and somehow I didn’t feel so much sad.. like I pushed all my thoughts away., but today when I woke up with this dream.. I have tears in my eyes.. my dad.. my precious dad.. who always been there for me.. who can I lose someone like that.. I can never imagine. I wanna have the good old days I wanna be able to go out with my dad again.. he used to say this all the time “as long as I’m alive and healthy then I promise to make you always happy and give you everything that is possible..” I’m literally crying my tears can’t stop falling. I thought I was numb yesterday till I was hit with this dream today.. I wanna hug him. I don’t ever wanna lose him. How I was stupid and naive to push my thoughts away and not thinking about it.. I’m really sorry papa I really wish you can be proud of me.. even for the things I couldn’t do like getting into college due my chronic disease.. I’m really sorry I tried my best.. things have been tough lately and nothing worked out for me.. so please dad.. please understand me.. I really love you and I wish I can do something that would make up for it.. I don’t want to lose you yet.. please dad. Stay for longer. Please.
" holding on to you, as painful as it can get. feeling like an empty vessel, poured innocence and affection to you, maybe i am not empty maybe i am filled with bruises and shattering glass like soul every time you dismiss me into a stranger . i have felt too much too soon to ever be a stranger now. i am not sure what i grieve on , is it me who i lost or is it a possibility of being loved. by you. you? or just by someone who pours in kindness and love. im not sure what did you pour. pretense seem to make much sense these days. maybe I grieve the love I wasted and eventually lost on you. I grieve the person i was , who could not recognize the lows that association was taking me to. i grieve the person i am who still is heavily pained by the remembrance of it all. it is all terribly foolish and in the end i feel terribly disgusted and for some reason terribly ill fated."
Yes I'm here, Or you may say, I was always there, But you never felt my presence, nor do I, It wasn't the first or the last time we met, coz we never met, Talking to you feels like I'm in heaven, but we never talked anything, Sitting silent. We know each other, We smile, we play, we care for each other, But, Why can't I see you ever, Why can't I feel you, I loved you more than you thought, I know you more than you do, But where I'm I? Do you really know me? We haven't walked ever. Her presence, Her eyes, Dreams fell off the sky, Smashes the mirror, Her lips, Nothing special but her nothing is...
all of those moments, all of thoses hugs, all the things that we imagine in our future... rigth now are gone like nothing, like clounds of smoke from a war; i see you in my dreams but you don't have that beautiful smile when you look into my eyes seeing my soul, and the only thing that i see in your eyes is scare, scare of what? of me?...am i a monster for you?
It may be raining over there it's bright and sunny here hand in hand your sadness dries up little by little. I am slowly getting drenched. for your face, may hide. But, hearts of longing it is as big as a lake so, I cannot help but close my eyes, your hands cover my ears, for the years we spoke with silence.
في الحقيقة انا اشعر براحه عندما اكون مفردي ، حين انام لوقت طويل ، حين اجلس وادرس لساعات ، او حين اشاهد فلم ، اشعر انني اذهب لعالمي ، الذي لايوجد فيه الا انا ، كم هذا مريح وهادئ ،انا لدي عائله جيده ،لكن امي ليست جيده ، انها تصرخ دائمًا بوجهي على كل شي ، انها ليست لطيفه ، هذا محزن لكن لابأس ، انا لدي اب رائع ، اب يحميني ولا يجعلني حزينه ، يتعب من اجلي ، من اجل ان اعيش بسلام وصحه ، كم انا احبه ، سوف يبقى ابي افضل رجل بحياتي دائما ،والان لنتكلم عن اصدقائي ، انا لدي صديقه واحده وهي التي كانت معي بالمدرسه ، علاقتي معها سطحيه ،لكن على الاقل انني اتكلم معها ، اما اصدقائي الاخرين تعرفت عليهم عن طريق الانترنت ، هم لطيفين جدًا ويشجعونني باستمرار ،لكن ايضا علاقتي بهم سطحيه ولا نتكلم دائما ، في الواقع ليس لدي مشكله ، هذا مريح ، واتمنى لهم يوم جميل ،والان سأنام ،وادعو من الله التوفيق لي ولجميع 🤍
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your music is very adorable, beautiful and magical. i love it
love your music TREVOR!
"I can't be a monster, if music can still make me feel this way."
-Franz Kafka
"Do not be sad, it just a parting. Once everything's over and you had your peace, I'll be back and we will be together again like always."
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Ok that oddly really resonated with me
I'll keep living with this little hope inside me.. even knowing how far it is from the reality.. but this is what gives me the reason to keep going on. I will wait. Even if not together, I would like to say hi to you.I would like to spend some moment together and then I don't know.. I don't know
It's a nice thought. But some goodbyes are forever and that's ok because you can look back and thank the memories for making you the person you are now.
Some goodbyes speak long after they’re spoken
Even though our story didn't have a happy ending,
I'd read it all over again.
Over again and again
Perfect ❤
I was thinking about that, my gf of 8 years left me. Even though 6 months passed i am in a pain every single day, despite the pain i would never give up the moments i had. At the end of the day we lose everything, it's good to have it for some period.
Sorry, but i want to ask something. It's not about your words, but this is question about your grammar. Why do you stand "did" before "read"? I just learn english, but when i was searching about that, I don't find anything. So, can you say about this, please? Sorry again for my request and thank you :)
@@Janky-es9li Saying “I read it all over again” is grammatically incorrect. Using “I’d” is basically put I would. So saying, “I’d read it all over again” is the same as saying “I would read it all over again.” Using words like who’d, you’re, they’re (just a few examples) are just two words put together. [You’re= you are, they’re= they are, who’d=who would] I hope this helps a bit! I’m not exactly the best at explaining things but wanted to help.
Funny how soulful music turns everyone into Shakespeare 😭
Agreed
There’s poetry everywhere
lmao this is a nice comment
lmao reading the comments then seeing this one is hilarious
I cant understate how funny this comment is. Seeing these "deep" comments and then this one is hilarious
I look back at him with a mournful smile. He smiles too, but at someone else he loves. It's the same smile he gave me after talking over coffee. He sings her the same melodious laugh he sang to me after I told him about a silly childhood memory of mine. And his eyes... they sparkle with the same gleam he gave me when he first told me he loved me. Now it's her that he loves... Was it ever me he really loved?
Malgré la beauté déchirante de ton histoire, rappelle toi que… l’amour est simplement un sentiment. Et visiblement, chez cette personne, ce sentiment a fini par se dissoudre à ton égard.
Ngl he sounds like a psychopath
Nah you're good cuz you're pickle rick
@@WhosAsch His wife n kid is dead too ☠
@@gehsi4699 lol nice
It's quiet here,
Wasn't it quite the journey my dear?
I see the wind caress your face,
You look to me and smile with such grace,
Honestly i truly fear the day i lose those eyes,
I fear the day they no longer look into mine,
And my oh my that heart,
With your kindness and love you had me from the start,
Those bright days and warm nights,
Without you they don't have the same light,
I sleep at your grave every night,
Our memories my sweet old lullaby.
I beg all of us to appreciate the ones we love for as long as we can, no one can live completely peaceful with so many regrets, so many "what if"s. Take time for the ones you love, be it humans, animals, anything else. I never knew such a small pet could mean such a huge world to me until i lost him. The pain I'm feeling from regrets, shame and sadness, I truly hope no ones has to feel this, it hurts so much
I still think about you.. In the darkness alone..
I wish someone cherished my existence the way I have cherished others. To celebrate their mere birth, to congrats them for a small achievement, to treat them with kindness and patience. But at last, it is only a wish
This song takes me back to all those childhood memories...those memories where it seemed like everything was easy...where I was still with the people I loved... 0:10
listening to this i look back to the beginning of our story.. how unexpected was our first talk together.. i had no idea that i will love him so much. i thought it would be just another sad ending story, which people usually call “experience”. but now i understand. it’s love. just love itself. i’m drowning in his brown eyes and in his bunny smile.. i feel so comfortable and happy with him. i hope you, who read this, can be happy too! if you are sad now, it’s just bad days, not bad life. ♥️
Отзывы на эту картину, как роман "Сила притяжения после расставания", в виде зарисовок - рассказы о пережитом. Впечатляют. Понравилось ощущение:" Мне комфортно и радостно, я тону в его заячьей улыбке и в его глазах. Такой оборот речи встречаю впервые. Оригинально и от души.
спасибо! буду сдавать литературу, вот и приучена к такому образному выражению мыслей😌
le plus triste c'est de savoir que la personne qu'on a perdue ne pourra jamais être remplacée
I see him at the local grocery store I work at. Him, his girl, and their two kids. When our eyes lock, I can see a lifetime where we’re together. But for the time being, I go home to care for our daughter & try to forget ever seeing him, ever feeling anything for him.
im still waiting for him
even though evryone says its hopeless
if only they felt what i felt
watch you have kids with me
love me for what i am
its only a dream that i rewind everytime
im still waiting for you over and over again
Accidentally discovered this.
The first two songs are specialy very calm, deep, elegent and classy. Nice choice
Do you know the name of the second song?
@@JonathanChompy The Beggar - Franz Gordon
@@ayeshahassan8667 thnks ❤
I think perhaps some of the moments where I have felt most alive have been with you. Like when we skipped beneath the streetlights, its golden rays casting orange shadows on our skin, drunk on the presence of eachother. Or when we danced in the darkness of an empty field, damp grass beneath our feet and whisky tingling on our tongues. Or when you walk down the hall, clothes smart and crisp, fluffy hair shielding your eyes, and the sun shines on you - rightfully so - as if you're an angel, and I remember what it is to feel attraction. Or when I learnt what it meant to yearn for someone, such an icky word for an icky feeling. You've taught me the dagger-searing pain of heart break, but also the sea-salt smelling hope for the freedom of feelings. You've taught me so much, made me feel so much. And I thank you, because otherwise I would have never felt so alive and living, would have never found so much meaning.
all the writers in the comments make me feel so happy istg I love all of you
I really enjoy their comments
This video is a gentle reminder that it's okay to feel sadness and seek solace in its quiet embrace. 😔💙
I remember laying down on the soft, warm sheets of my bed while gazing my eyes towards the dark, quiet ceiling of my bedroom, pondering about how much I desperately missed my best friend I had befriended since early childhood. His name was Anis, a young boy I could picture having messy dark brown hair, soft, doe-like eyes, and the sweetest smile that revealed his childish jagged tooth on each side of his front teeth that reminded me of an outgoing puppy happily barring his canine teeth with pure joy. I was unlike his optimistic, joyful values as I was a rather passive, quiet, and pessimistic child who was extremely cautious in life, unlike my best friend. He was the satisfaction of my life, the only close friend who I could considered to be genuine as his mind was open like a neverending blue sky and as tender-hearted as the warm, afternoon sun that emits rays of tranquility and comfort within me. He was my light, my ray of hope. My only platonic love that I regarded highly than the title of God himself much to my own selfish intentions. It didn't matter if he was considered to be an ordinary, naive boy, to me he was the best company I could forever cherish in my life. But perhaps those wonderful times with him did not last as he embraced me with his warm, nurturing arms, comforting me with his sad, puppy-like eyes that displayed his innocent face while I soberly tried to cry out in pain under the depths of my deep depression that manifested since my early adolescence. It was the single bed in my small, dark bedroom where he comforted me, radiating his bright empathy before I opened my wet, swollen eyes where my friend Anis, had suddenly disappeared from existence. In fact, the suppose best friend who accompanied and comforted me despite my flawed, vulnerable self was nothing more than a complex manifestation of my imagination that I had created to cope with every negative turmoil I harboured deep within me. So here I was, pondering through my dark, lonely bedroom as my consciousness remained awake, not being able to bring back Anis who could no longer be manifested from childhood innocence and experiences alone. It was a thought I had long abandoned since I had aged, yet it was a memorable memory I could not forget within my solemn, disburdened mind. It was his imaginary, warm embrace that I could reminisce of, a solace embrace that was warmer than the sunlight of summer itself. A warm embrace I could never forget, from a young boy named Anis.
I think that you didn't realize he's not gone, just went back really inside of you, from where he had come
damn bro
I don't need him. I don't need anybody to find my own happiness. But I want him...God I want him. Only he could break my heart and make me feel so beautiful while he does it. If you see this, I love you. ❤ If not this life, then the next. If not that one, then the one after. I know the shape of your soul now. I will find you again someday.
*“If war is between sides, and the whole world is in a war- a war is not over if one man still stands.”*
She said "Are you okay?" while kissing him on the cheecks and kindly wrapped him in her arms. Those were not words he needed at that moment, not this version of him. But it echoed deeply to the steep of his heart, some broken and burnout part of his past was yearnings for those compassionate words after years of fighting alone.
His body voluntarily held her tightly as his wounds began to heal. That memory settled in his soul, and it shines brightly like a star that guides him in the darkest nights to this day, and it always will.
Thank you, little one 🌻
i was ready to give them my heart
if only time were kinder, they would still be here
I'm sorry..
is this from skinshape?
Now that you are the air that I breathe, the breeze that I feel on my skin. You are with me. There's no separation. Just you and me, in different spaces.
I loved her so much still do but couldn't really express my feeling for her when I am ugly. Every time i try to forget her, she appears in my dream and process of getting depressed and trying to forget repeats.
Он был прекрасен, я помню его мягкий свитер, кудрявые каштановые волосы и такую яркую улыбку... Какое же я чудовище, что не ценило это чудо. Теперь, когда он далеко, я могу только вспоминать время, проведённое с ним.........:,-)
Все ещё впереди солнце
I really will miss him, his voice, his laugh, his smile, his hands, his eyes and weak hugs. Love draw him.
I will never forgive you, my dear school love.
And as i finally manage to look into your eyes and catch a glimpse of your soul...I realize all you wanted to do was take my pain away the same as i was trying to do with yours. So i run and embrace you with the hope it wont be the last time and that our story will not end here.
you bring people together with such tunes
it's truly amazing how we can all enjoy this beauty together
I'm very very glad
the truly feeling of missing someone is probably the worst pain i've ever felt.
I love people. There are so many loving people just coming to long the other ones. I like the way how we are probably the most selfish creatures to ever exist but all our lives are about eachother all the time, i like the way how everyone describes their loved ones. I am so happy to be in a world where people choose to love eachother still aware that they will part someday.
He held me close against him … my head on his shoulder, at that moment… I loved him ! 🦄🦋🪐🪼
I love her too ❤
His soulful embrace, the feel of his fingertips still lingering on my bare back, his intoxicating smell, his unsaid words still being whispered into my ear by a ghost, his gentle, sweet touch. All of this, just to realise, it was all a dream, he never existed.
Listen to "Last night i dreamt that somebody loved me". I guess you will relate to that song
It all started with hate. At least for me, I couldn't stand his sight. But then, when I asked him a question, no one could answer, he magically did. From then on, he showed me kindness. I got closer and closer to him, loving the idea that I had a crush on him; it gave me adrenaline. But then when we finally got closer, I started to question myself if it was love... only to find that I cannot love. He was kind, sarcastic, silly sometimes. That spark he lit in my heart helped me create the most amazing poems I could. That flame he ignited in my sould kept me alive, his cute laugh, the way he rolled his eyes, the way our hands brushed. He never knew I had feelings for him, and I don't think he ever will. Now that he's going abroad, the though of us having last conversations; not small talks, but ones about physics, nature and religion, these thoughts haunt me. After all I'm only 14 and he might be 34 or 36... Why would he wait for me? I'm not special, oh but how special he made me feel.
This playlist makes me remember a lot, people I've met, moments and more, I don't know, it's like a summary of people or moments, this playlist, they are not sad memories, they are just moments that I remember, of people that I see that I saw once and that at some point I will never see again, it is rather melancholic, the image helps a lot to think about things
I hope that all those people who found me on their way are well, even if I hate them or love them, I just hope they find what they were looking for. and be happy just like you who read this ❤ ❤ ❤
Flinge me
My love ; my light
Or keep close : it ne'er mattered
I learned to love in both ,
I learned to give in both.
You feel like you lost him again but all those memories you made together talking every day all those secrets hold in your heart secrets to never be told and memories to always remember him
Картину можно считать завершенной, так как она вызывает массу эмоций у зрителя. Хотя автор ,как говорит пользователь, неизвестен, но художник очень талантлив. Пара на картине счастливая, они скучали, любя друг друга, но встретились. И мы мысленно желаем им счастья и не расставаться недолго.
It's been 2 years, I still remember your face and your voice but I've forgotten your touch and kiss
He smiled, throwing back his chair and grabbing her in a firm embrace. Vin closed her eyes, simply feeling the warmth of being held.
And realized that was all she had ever really wanted.
This reads like a wattpad fanfic and I adore it.
I loved it 😭
@@atomic_bomba -> Mistborn: The Final Empire
Wow ❤️❤️❤️👏👏👏
Meanwhile i was taking a three hour long dump on the toilet, it became willie wonka’s factory in this b*tch. Anyways when I *eventually* finished I came back and then I realized as I closed the door to the funny room “wow… it smells really bad in there.. my bad. DO NOT ENTER AT ANY COST.”
I am here between strangers,
And when I close my eyes, you're the only thing I see,
But when I open them, I see you holding her hand.
Why do you lose yourself in my smile? Friends don't look at you like that.
Even though we didn’t end well, I can’t imagine having such memories with anyone else but you
Why am i so lonely then?
This is making me realize how little i mean to those in my life, im not but a friend, somebody to talk to when bored, at best maybe one of them consider me a good friend, possibly close, never the best friend tho, never the crush, or love interest, never have i been the one whom someone pondered letting into their life to a deeper level, a personal level, a possibly even physical level, untouched, never remembered, never thought of, unless forced to by my own presence fogging their inbox or coughing up sounds that resemble words into their ears
Not once have i been sent a funny meme followed by a text that reads "reminded me of you" or a wholesome video paired with the ever so calming two letters "us"
I am nothing but a fond whisper that sits beside those i choose, that comes and goes leaving those with an indifference to my presence or emotions, ive had those of close relation feign a care for whats inside, but after prying open my cracked dust caked shell have left after a few words of overall general concern towards my situation
Everyone i know would be gone if i dont continue to pursue a connection, if i dont intiate the first text of a short conversation that leaves as quickly as i start to miss the little blue light on my phone that signals me to a newly sent text, i wish i was real to them, a long for someone to see me as a real person comprised of flesh, and blood, muscle and bone, guts and fluids, but for now i must sit as a handful of pathetic letters on a dimly lit screen, a sad whispering voice into a mic across miles, and i must endure this for the foreseeable future for the smallest glimpse of feeling the surreal nature of their touch, another living beings flesh running across mine, maybe it'll be a simple high five or playful punch on the shoulder, maybe it'll just be more scornful words of disappointment that im far too use to, maybe it'll be a kiss, or warm embrace, i shall never know for i am not real, they will all be gone, my death is soon, goodbye
boo hoo bimbo
The secret is being a people pleaser, finding out what someone likes and needs and giving it to them, adapting to their sense of humor (people love you if you make them laugh, you'll be like a moment of happiness in a life that is filled with trouble and sadness), listening to them, not overwhelming them, not looking like you're desperate, just act like the most chill, funny, kind, caring, thoughtful, but in cool way person you could think of, people will love you so much, but it is exhausting, and you'll start wondering if it's worth it to devoid yourself of energy, a personality and to live pretending at all times only for others to love a person that isn't truly you, feeling never seen, never known, like a spectator in your own life; but here's another secret: once people start loving you too much you can start showing the parts of yourself that aren't too likeable, but they'll cling onto those memories of your fake persona that acted like someone straight out of a dream or a fantasy, and they won't let you go in hopes that you'll start acting like you did before again, because it's not often that you meet someone who appears to be so perfect, and the feeling of being understood, listened to and cared for can become addictive to those who have never come across a people pleaser.
You might feel lonely either way, but being a people pleaser will undoubtedly open a door to receiving so much love and affection that it might even feel like it's worth it to torture yourself from time to time. At least that is what worked for me, people love feeling understood, but most people also love to feel loved without having to put as much effort into the relationship as the other person, that's to say, people love talking about themselves and their problems, but not so much listening to others, people love sharing their interest but don't care as much about others', people love getting attention, but pay more attention to themselves than to anyone else. Life is all about giving and not much receiving, and love is simply choosing how much you're willing to sacrifice to get the affection you crave so badly, but don't lose hope yet, someone will come who will love you unconditionally, someone that you won't hace to pretend with, someone who will make you feel seen, someone who will actually love you for who you are and not for what you do for them. People always come and go, they arrive into our lives, stay for a bit and eventually leave, so you'll have the chance to love and be loved by many, even if you don't try as hard as I do, but knowing how to balance being nice and being overwhelming really helps. Don't give up, start slowly, try being funny and listening attentively, remembering small details of what others tell you and showing interest in what they like, it works wonders.
From your comment I assume you're still young, don't give up on life just yet, things can get better, also, I apologize if my comment isn't very clear and for any typos you might find, I'm still learning English. Good luck, I hope things get better soon and you can finally feel the warmth of physical affection, as it is, my favorite way of showing love.
@@gelimoco y'know something, i actually did that for awhile
it worked, but i fell apart, im still trying to be that forever cool friend i wish i had for others but my exterior is wearing thin, its eating away at me like a disease, ive already cracked twice and showed signs of imperfection, once wasn't so bad, the second was, happened tonight actually, idk i think i recovered it as a simply miss communication but how am i supposed to know, they have better friends, now, despite what they say, their actions clearly show that im no good to them anylonger, its been weeks maybe months since they've last spoke to me, only swift text, and yet those are so few and far between
as i found this comment i was actually in the processes of rehearsing my final message to them before i depart from everyone, i just need a bit of money to afford a more painless method but once i get that idk whats gonna stop me from ending things once and for all, i just hope i can be a good memory to the few that i did keep up the mask around, i cant keep living like this
i dont have a job yet, so i'll keep trying for you, i was able to trick myself into actually becoming that version of myself i want people to see me as once, so maybe i can do it again and feel ok for just long enough, i gotta tell you dude, i dont have faith in myself, i know how this shits gone in the past and it never worked, all i can do is try in the mean time, i just...dont think i have it in me, i use to have so much fight for survival, a better life, but lifes truly broken me mate, i cant fucking do this for another what? 50 years? its just not happening, im genuinely saying this with tears in my eyes, and im not the type who crys, but i feel like i failed myself and all that fighting just brought me round about to the exact same fucking conclusion ive avoided time and time again
@@gelimoco sorry, i forgot to reply to what you said, but yea, nobody wants my love, or support, nobody wants to open up to me about shit, no matter how cool i am, my presence is fucking useless everyone wants or has someone to talk to, or one they desire love from, or support, and im not fucking once of them, im not important to them, my best fucking friends couldn't give less of a shit about me and my "love"
like i said in my original comment, if i never texted them again, that would be that, we'd never talk again, cuz nobody WANTS to talk to me, they simply do, even when i do act cool and funny, and get them laughing, im not enough
@@fobo3361 I've been where you are, hell I'm still there. I became the people pleaser, still am... I'm there for everyone around me when they need me. I take the extra effort to start conversations, to keep them and relationships from going sour or evaporating. It's like I'm always grabbing and trying to cup overflowing water permanently through my fingers and forget about myself for those brief moments when bringing satisfaction to someone else. I feel like I'm a birds nest worn through too many seasons pieced together from refuse and random junk patched up from each person that passes by through my life.
I can't say things will get better, they get more manageable for sure with a different mindset and going through the neverending filter to find those few meaningful friendship/relationships. When you find the few people that are worth all that extra effort you consistently put forward, make sure you hold onto them, even if the effort isn't reciprocated. Not trying to get all soppy and sadboy, but there are many of us in this world who just feel emotion too intensely and we always try to find meaning in things that sometimes just aren't that deep.
Find the few small things in life that you enjoy even if it isn't people. Keep putting your best foot forward with what feels right and when you feel overloaded ( and you will ), reach out, even if it's some strangers on the internet like here. It'd be better to try to open yourself to your friends or people you put all your energy into, but I know how it is for people like us, its harder for us to open up to the people in our life. If you keep at it, like Geli said, you'll eventually find people where you don't have to lose parts of yourself just to feel normal. It's easier said than done, I know. I still don't open myself up to 99% of people I know, but I did find one or two along the way that make life worth it. Even if I can't open myself up to majority of people, bringing happiness to others or soaking in their negative emotions/problems brings me small sense of purpose almost like a Sin Eater.
I wanted to hug you, you were cold dying, you were matter lying on the ground between rocks like a river, I was like the wind, I was a deer free of your bullets, I have a lot of pity for you,
but if I drew near to you you will be that fire that burns when you are too close and cools too far, Why did flowers grow in my veins? why a sweet thought of doubting that you need me and at the same time doing everything possible because you are close invaded me,
There are words that tell themselves, although we do not know their meaning, Why I stopped to cry, you are that being who cut my wings taking away my freedom to give in to yours
The wind pushed me in the most beautiful way, I threw myself at your feet...
Now you are in mine
Первая мелодия очень красивая.
I sometimes wish I could feel sad about my situation like I used to, but I feel like I’ve been so tired of just crying every night about him just packing his stuff and leaving me. I feel like he ruined my life and I hate saying that because I still believe that despite everything he’s done to me he is still a good person deep down even though I haven’t seen it in a long time. I know people might say to just get over it, but it was four years we were together. I’d wake up next to him, fall asleep next to him. I wanted the rest of my life to be that way. I’m pregnant and alone now. I think we still hold on to some hope, but I’m starting to see the reality of the situation and I wonder if things will ever be as light and as happy and pure like how they used to be. I try to remember him through the good memories. Fishing, our long walks, going to the theater, restaurants, etc. I just replay those good memories of him over and over and it just breaks my heart. I wish me in the past cherished every single second driving around and holding his hand. I couldn’t ever hate him and I just want him to be happy because he looks so beautiful that way.
"How much you love me?" said her once.
Now, I kind of get it as time passes: "All of my thoughts and feelings for you could always fill the whole sky."
Never before, had I wanted someone to know so much of me, to know all of me.
Never before, had I been so willing, so desired to be vunerable.
Tomorrow marks 2 years of what could have been our sweet sweet friendship & in 2 days will mark 1 year of our break up, the day my heart dropped to my stomach forever. Our love was surreal, it was so beautiful & pure but never knew I was digging own grave. May God forgive you for your betrayal, & until then I hope I will see you again, in this world or hereafter. either way i hope to see you again. forever my baby boy. T.L.W.Jr.
I miss you & I love you so much.
Where did you go?
Who took your place?
Why did you leave me alone?
Alone, with a pile of memories tearing at my chest?
Now, everyday, I always see a guy who looks like you. God, does he look like you. It's just like you. He has your smile. Your face. Your voice.
But that's not your voice. Your voice was sweet. In the smallest words there was a hint of affection, a flicker of amusement. From the mouth of the boy who has replaced you now pour forth words that reveal his superficial being, thirsty for the approval of others, an atrocious avalanche of hypocrisy and vanity. Sometimes his voice sounds as sweet as even yours, but I can hear all the nastiness that actually lurks beneath it.
And that's not your face. That noble face, which was once only yours, is now mocked by this fake, hard and cruel mask, which has taken its exact likeness for fun - and only hides emptiness.
You know, sometimes this obnoxious boy even spoke to me. He pretended to be you. And I, like in a dream, deluded myself that it could really be you. You know, he's a very good actor, and the greatest mime. For a moment I thought I had my best friend back. To be able to hug you, you know, to tell you how much I've missed you in these times. To tell you everything that's happened to me since you've been gone.
For just one moment.
And then this disguise of his creaked, his wax mask melted, just barely, but enough to show me his true face: the face of an imposter. The face of a stranger. I don't know where you are; but I know you'll never come back.
It's time to let go. It won't be easy. God only knows how much I miss you.
Farewell, my sir, farewell
Thank you so much...for expressing my feelings, your words where my life since the last day I saw him ... and now I can never talk to him again like that ...i can only remember...those memories...thank you
Nocturne and the painting touch my mind so much.
Even though we're not together. I love you. Youre happier now and so ill be happy for you too
i wish i could feel that warmth and sense of belonging again, the one i experienced in those dreams with him. but now he seems so far away, i see him but i cant touch him, i can only see whats being shown but what if i wanna see more than what they wanna let me know. ik it might hurt me but waiting for him now seems to slowly drain the blood from my veins, my heart dying with every beat, my air shortening with every breath, my body slowly turning cold due to the lack of that warmth. i have hurt people, im scared what if that leads to increasing my pain for i long for him now more now than ever.
"He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat." -- All the Pretty Horses.
Its weird missing her. Ik shes not the same, but I cant listen anything slightly nostalgic without thinking how alive i felt and how good was what we have.
I miss her, to the point that if we were a book id read us everyday just so i can feel warnt up with the moment that we dance slowly in a tree or me running windly in the streets just to make an excuse to hold your hand. All your touches marked my skin forever, if i know that im a lovable person its because you showed me.
Im so thankfull for your existence.
After all, i loved and respect you
I got angry
I got sad
But there wasnt a moment that I felt the oposite of it. She deserves the world that im sure i was (and am) never capable of giving:] love her!
Puede que no haya sentido nada. O puede que la parte superficial de mí, nunca haya sentido nada. Pero como una cicatriz que no se borra, un objeto extraño incrustado en el corazón, siempre regresa a mí el recuerdo que me lleva a ese momento, a esa piel, a esos huesos, y a esos ojos y esa boca que me hicieron vivir todo, y todo me hicieron cuestionarlo. ¿Fue normal amar de esa manera? A veces se siente como si quien era yo hubiera tenido su descenso fatal el día que esa voz con esas distintivas palabras dejaron de hacer eco en mis oidos. ¿Debí haberte seguido aquella vez, agarrado tu mano, destruirme y reconstruirme las veces que fuera necesario para que ese sentimiento de comodidad hecho calidez nunca hubiera abandonado mi lado? ¿Para que la ilusión de sonrisas y abrazos y un hogar de semblante desdibujado hubiera seguido presente, vivo, por lo menos en los espíritus jóvenes y enamorados que presenciaban en la majestuosa puesta de sol de un ancantilado un porvenir atestado de posibilidades? ¿Debí haberlo intentado más? O, será, acaso, ¿Que alguien como yo no podía -o debía- haber amado a alguien como tú? Es gracioso, pienso para mí hoy, en este espacio donde no dejo que el tiempo fluya y por mis dedos se deslice, porque a diferencia de lo que tú te rehusabas a pensar y a diferencia de lo que yo dudaba en creer, todo apunta a que para retorcido gozo del universo, yo sí te amé más.
Waaaah, me identifiqué tanto que me hizo llorar :'(
И всё - таки картина на меня сегодня действует сильнее, чем музыка
Музыка сегодня лишь сопровождение, не дающия сильных эмоций. Читая комментарии вижу, как всколыхнулись аналитические чувства людей относительно своего внутреннего"Я".Кто- то вернулся к пережитому прошлому
we had a great night together watching the city lights until morning alongside the stars. there was no one but us we talked until morning at the top of a mountain, he dropped me off at 5 am and after we hugged i walked to my car but had to look back, he was smiling he waved at me and told me not to look back. at that time i didn't put much thought to it but after that day we decided not to start a relationship he didn't even wanted to get to know me more and told me he wanted to forget us as soon as he can. he is going to another country to study and wont be back. he said it would be hard for us to start a long distance relationship and i understand. i am 20 and after 4-5 failed relationships i stopped looking for a relationship and focused on my career for the past 5 years. but he felt different. i think i felt more than just liking someone and i still am feeling even though its been 2 weeks. it is unusual for me to feel this much emotions to someone and it is very bitter. i don't blame you, i am not angry at you. i am just disappointed that you didn't even wanted to try because i know that night i wasn't the only one with feelings. well regardless i know our memories won't be out of your mind even though you act like you have forgotten me, i know i still linger in your mind and your heart.
i do love her. i am nothing without her. i feel alive i feel my blood flooding when i just saw her. i need her in my life. i need her and her love in my life forever. i am in love with her
Before we part our ways.. May I hold you for one last time?May I touch you,my love?
How I remember holding you in my hands, but now you are in a place where I can no longer hold you.
Every night I listen to it so I can always fall asleep. But your video brought me to tears because it touched me deeply with the people I felt loved and left behind.
It was hard to me to imagine my future with him by my side when we were toguether, now he's gone and tryna forguet him is even harder.
I hope that in other reality we go back toguether or we didn't broke up at all.
This is like a hug for my heart... Thank you c:
Your welcome ^^
Beautiful people wear beautiful hearts .
Yo sé que no debería ,pero extraño al hombre que conocí aquel año, extraño solo los buenos recuerdos.
One must have experience in the field to experience this, on which I cannot truly decipher.
I'm still on my Journey after all.
It's so strange how "us" turns into memories that we both still hold inside our hearts, but now just separately. I wonder, what kind of thoughts you have of me nowadays. I hope you will find peace, and can someday think of us fondly. Or atleast that your scars will be healed and you find happines.
what?..what is this? this is so calm!! good job for having made this! a amazing playlist!
Thank you ^^
Cold and callous with no remorse
He turned me to a walking corpse
While he without the slightest blame
And i, imprisoned in pain.
It is just déjà vu, my darling. The sadness you feel is not for the other person, but the remnant of much earlier sadness; an ancient trauma reawakened by an agent of loss. A restless ghost. Begging for peace. Don’t be distracted.
I just had a dream.. a really nice dream.. I wonder is it about the future or the past..? It makes me wanna cry. Will i have this chance to travel again and visit nice places like we did in the past with my dad.. will we have good days again.. will he be alright..
Yesterday I got a news that my dad heart condition is so sever and it’s so serious.. I tried to deny it and somehow I didn’t feel so much sad.. like I pushed all my thoughts away., but today when I woke up with this dream.. I have tears in my eyes.. my dad.. my precious dad.. who always been there for me.. who can I lose someone like that.. I can never imagine. I wanna have the good old days I wanna be able to go out with my dad again.. he used to say this all the time “as long as I’m alive and healthy then I promise to make you always happy and give you everything that is possible..”
I’m literally crying my tears can’t stop falling. I thought I was numb yesterday till I was hit with this dream today.. I wanna hug him. I don’t ever wanna lose him. How I was stupid and naive to push my thoughts away and not thinking about it.. I’m really sorry papa I really wish you can be proud of me.. even for the things I couldn’t do like getting into college due my chronic disease.. I’m really sorry I tried my best.. things have been tough lately and nothing worked out for me.. so please dad.. please understand me.. I really love you and I wish I can do something that would make up for it.. I don’t want to lose you yet.. please dad. Stay for longer. Please.
I’m sorry about that.. I really hope he lives along healthy life.. it’s not your fault.. I’m sure he loves you and you love him as well.. take care
the love is always there, it is simply redirected
“I was broken, but you still loved me, and now… I am shattered”
It makes me feel accompanied, a beautiful playlist
Beautiful 🌹 Thankyou 🍃🌹🍃
This is a real beautiful playlist, thank you for making it :)
Awwww thank you ^^
Why does it feel so good to be sad
Gives me goosebumps. Beautiful song.
" holding on to you, as painful as it can get. feeling like an empty vessel, poured innocence and affection to you, maybe i am not empty maybe i am filled with bruises and shattering glass like soul every time you dismiss me into a stranger . i have felt too much too soon to ever be a stranger now. i am not sure what i grieve on , is it me who i lost or is it a possibility of being loved. by you. you? or just by someone who pours in kindness and love. im not sure what did you pour. pretense seem to make much sense these days. maybe I grieve the love I wasted and eventually lost on you. I grieve the person i was , who could not recognize the lows that association was taking me to. i grieve the person i am who still is heavily pained by the remembrance of it all. it is all terribly foolish and in the end i feel terribly disgusted and for some reason terribly ill fated."
what a beautiful playlist, tysm for making it!
Yes I'm here,
Or you may say, I was always there,
But you never felt my presence, nor do I,
It wasn't the first or the last time we met,
coz we never met,
Talking to you feels like I'm in heaven,
but we never talked anything,
Sitting silent.
We know each other,
We smile, we play, we care for each other,
But,
Why can't I see you ever,
Why can't I feel you,
I loved you more than you thought,
I know you more than you do,
But where I'm I? Do you really know me?
We haven't walked ever.
Her presence,
Her eyes,
Dreams fell off the sky,
Smashes the mirror,
Her lips,
Nothing special but her nothing is...
i miss you james... i really do...
I like, thank you. Stumbled across this as a TH-cam suggestion.
all of those moments, all of thoses hugs, all the things that we imagine in our future... rigth now are gone like nothing, like clounds of smoke from a war; i see you in my dreams but you don't have that beautiful smile when you look into my eyes seeing my soul, and the only thing that i see in your eyes is scare, scare of what? of me?...am i a monster for you?
@oliv borggio arce . This is incredibly amazing writing 😍😍
It may be raining over there
it's bright and sunny here
hand in hand
your sadness dries up little by little.
I am slowly getting drenched.
for your face,
may hide.
But, hearts of longing
it is as big as a lake
so, I cannot help but close my eyes,
your hands cover my ears,
for the years we spoke with silence.
Beatiful, I found inspiration in this to create a new poem. Thanks.
a great playlist! i thorougly enjoyed it and i had to put it into words, so i did!
great work!
So precious; no more to say 🖤
^^
i miss her so much
I like this music and cover image.
Don’t be sad it’s over, just be happy it happened.
Forever ♾️
"It's been the memories of her that hurtful. However, to this servant of love, what if those are his only painkiller?"
Estoy destrosado llorando recordando...pero ya pasara...
seni her daim seveceğim Ediz.
في الحقيقة انا اشعر براحه عندما اكون مفردي ، حين انام لوقت طويل ، حين اجلس وادرس لساعات ، او حين اشاهد فلم ، اشعر انني اذهب لعالمي ، الذي لايوجد فيه الا انا ، كم هذا مريح وهادئ ،انا لدي عائله جيده ،لكن امي ليست جيده ، انها تصرخ دائمًا بوجهي على كل شي ، انها ليست لطيفه ، هذا محزن لكن لابأس ، انا لدي اب رائع ، اب يحميني ولا يجعلني حزينه ، يتعب من اجلي ، من اجل ان اعيش بسلام وصحه ، كم انا احبه ، سوف يبقى ابي افضل رجل بحياتي دائما ،والان لنتكلم عن اصدقائي ، انا لدي صديقه واحده وهي التي كانت معي بالمدرسه ، علاقتي معها سطحيه ،لكن على الاقل انني اتكلم معها ، اما اصدقائي الاخرين تعرفت عليهم عن طريق الانترنت ، هم لطيفين جدًا ويشجعونني باستمرار ،لكن ايضا علاقتي بهم سطحيه ولا نتكلم دائما ، في الواقع ليس لدي مشكله ، هذا مريح ، واتمنى لهم يوم جميل ،والان سأنام ،وادعو من الله التوفيق لي ولجميع 🤍
thank you
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Absolutely lovely, great work
Thank you ^^
it gives me anxiety of thinking about breakup....i dont want to breakup, i hope everything stays well and we stay together forever